It’s all venomous;
To tell a truth, worse than a lie.
The peregrination, the exploration; Elegance of drab,
Drag me in stentorian of lamentation.
If I stop meself, stop to reminisce,
Interregnum my all penance-
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It is a promise, less than a truth;
It is a year, less than a moment.
Abruptly goes away, takes away few possibilities;
Needs are crying, content is the one –
Who knows words for only words.
Hypocrite chants carol of sceptre,
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